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The Conquered
By Jade Tatsu
Interlude VIII - Evolving History
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Tsuyosa looked up at the Dunrossil and Kintoth who were suspended in glowing bubbling fluid. They were nearly ready. While raising the power level of a Guyver to that of a GigaGuyver or GuyLord was simply a function of the Unit, he had found that enhancing the Host's body as much as possible made it easier. The Unit's responded better, and all he was really doing was making the changes the Unit would make to its Host given enough time, anyway. He wasn't altering their DNA, merely enhancing their bodies to the peak physical development they were capable of.
Perceived differences in strengths between Units were not a function of the Unit. As far as he could tell, for example, each GuyLord Unit was of the same strength, Heborae should be able to fight him as an equal. The differences in strength came from experience and from species. Heborae was not human. She would never have the amount of bio-energy he, Fukamachi, Makishima or any of the other's had. That was where a human's superiority with a Guyver Unit lay. It wasn't surprising, as they had been made to be weapons, they had been made to be efficient with bio-energy and to possess what was considered much more than the norm, hence even without his Unit, he was stronger than most of his followers.
Yisuvac, his GuyLord Engineer, had designed these tanks from his description and while they were effective, the black GuyLord Warrior knew that they were nothing compared to what Tetsuro or an Advent could make. Still his description hadn't been that good since he'd really only seen them from the inside when the Advents were creating him, or adjusting some part of his DNA. They weren't really tanks, but suspensions of liquid, contained by a thin biological skin. Air, nutrients, nanobacteria and sedatives were feed in from the bottom and excess was collected from the top. The liquid was infested by tiny photo-sensitive phytoplankton that glowed, providing illumination. In short, the tanks were a copy of the liquid cells the Advents used when processing their creations. They weren't an exact copy and were comparatively inefficient but they were good enough, and for aliens who's DNA didn't readily adapt to alterations like a Terrans did, their inefficiency was a benefit.
He was only required for the last part of the process, after the Host's body had been altered. Then all he did was force them to accept what they had become and to call the new power they had access to. It was different for each individual, and it was something he enjoyed. What he had to do told him a lot about the personality he was dealing with. Heborae, for example, he had simply had to offer her power, and then show her how to access it. Her transformation had been easy, but then she was relatively weak. Iythry had been easy as well, he'd simply played on her familial desire to protect her sister, Iythra...
Iythra though... she had been difficult. All the Guyvers that were loyal to the GuyEmperor were difficult. They just didn't think the same way he did, and that meant that the usual enticements didn't work.
It was almost as if they didn't want the power they possessed!
In the end with Iythra he'd forced his way into her mind through the Guyver Link. The damage he had been causing was enough for her to instinctually call her Giga Unit, which had, upon recognising that she was no longer conscious, gone into its standard defensive mode and had thrown him out of her mind before it attacked. He hadn't cared about the lost link at that stage and since she was an Engineer it had been a straightforward procedure to subdue her until her consciousness recovered. From then, of course, he'd had to keep her confined since she was loyal to the GuyEmperor, although she had since escaped. It wasn't a worry. There was only one place she could run and he would recapture her soon enough.
Iythra though was an example of the problems he had with the One's loyal followers. They were almost frustratingly simple yet with a complexity that still eluded him, much like the identity of the One... The Tekki Leader just hoped he didn't have to go so far with Vensa. While there was no way for the Dunrossil GigaGuyver Warrior to match his power, the potential remained for the Jyt'nr to do significant damage to facilities, and to himself in a battle he could not win before Tsuyosa could contain him. That could not be allowed. The black GuyLord needed them all whole.
Xeo'm had indicated that the Jyt'nr Warrior was almost ready. The Uij'm GuyLord Healer had taken an unhealthy interest in this technology and Tsuyosa knew she was running some experiments he really didn't think he wanted to know about. With the processing of Guyver's though, he made sure she was watched keenly. He could not afford her damaging any of them, not yet, the same way as he could not afford to have them damage themselves. Her experiments though were all on... he hoped, non sentient beings, not that that made it any better, but at least they wouldn't understand the pain. She was barbaric and the ability to alter a species entire DNA was something she treated too much as a toy. She possessed none of the Advent's finesse or purpose for they at least understood what they were doing. She didn't and was altering simply because she could. The question and the associations related to the philosophical debate of 'I can but should I?' had not been considered in the slightest. And it simply highlighted how barbaric she really was. He almost wished he could achieve what was needed without her... but he couldn't and he would do what it took to keep her here, with him since before he was finished he would need every GuyLord and GigaGuyver whether they were loyal to him or not. He could not fight the One without them all.
Still the change that the future would bring to Xeo'm was something he welcomed. The Uij'm Guyver Healer was a much nicer being when she didn't look at you as an experiment, when all she wanted to do was help, when she did consider the implications of what she was doing.
Tsuyosa shook his head. That change would come, in time... It might even be sooner than he thought given how fast everything else was moving although he could already feel a sense of pity for the catalyst that would cause that change. Given the extent of the change in the GuyLord Healer, whatever she had done must have hurt someone or something terribly.
The number of bubbles around Vensa increased and Tsuyosa sent his mind out, instructing the Jyt'nr warrior to summon his Unit. It appeared without the usual summon sphere, almost creeping over the Dunrossil's form.
"Now," he said, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the mahogany coloured Guyver Warrior. "Will you accept your power?" he asked formally, more than just his voice behind the question.
Vensa's eyes glowed softly but Tsuyosa sensed a reluctance from the Dunrossil warrior. It appeared he wouldn't automatically accept his power. The black GuyLord gathered himself, pulling in his power so that he could appeal to the Unit itself.
"Will you accept your power?"
Vensa should have been unconscious, so the Tekki Leader was surprised when the Jyt'nr's eyes glowed harshly and he got a response. "I think I will."
Tsuyosa smiled slightly as the bulkier armor of a GigaGuyver Warrior appeared around the Dunrossil, adding green highlights to the brown, continuing what was for him a natural toned theme. His amusement lasted until Vensa sprang forward, breaking out of the liquid suspension, whip like vibroblades lashing forwards.
"To kill you!" the Jyt'nr warrior snarled.
The pitch GuyLord Warrior sighed, dancing neatly out of the blades path although upon reflection his amusement returned. Finally one of the One's followers who was sensible.
The Dunrossil's action was what he would have done himself.
Although it was futile, no matter how powerful Vensa had become he couldn't hope to fight the Tekki Leader. The Dunrossil knelt in the remains of the tank, arms crossed as his sensors fed him information about the room and his opponent. Tsuyosa just let himself radiate absolute surety, knowing that the mahogany Giga Unit would know what it was facing.
The Dunrossil did not heed his Unit's advice. With a growl he jumped forward, extending his vibroblades again. Tsuyosa ignored them, allowing his highlights to catch them as he extending one hand.
In terms of size, it was incongruous but it was the way of the Guyver system. Depending on species, a GuyLord was smaller than a GigaGuyver. Jyt'nr and human were about the same size so Vensa had more mass than Tsuyosa. In terms of power, it didn't mean anything though. The Guyver Unit's just worked like that. The basic Unit added bulk to its Host while increasing abilities as well as adding some usually unique abilities. A Giga Unit added still more bulk and was designed to pull energy from the boost dimension itself. It was a form that almost all Guyver Hosts could theoretically sustain by themselves, although most couldn't at the moment. A GuyLord Unit though, removed all the bulk, and while it did pull energy from the boost dimension because of its speciality they preferred to mould itself into the shape required at the time although some things were always manifest. The Unit of the One took this even further and could theoretically merge with the universe itself. It wasn't specialised, and so the ability to manifest what was required at the time was essential as it could not possibly maintain all the adaptations of a GuyWarrior, GuyHealer and a GuyEngineer at the same time. The higher forms of armor were therefore infinitely powerful but very streamlined and very small.
Tsuyosa easily caught Vensa, holding the larger GigaGuyver Warrior strongly. As the Dunrossil tried to angle in his blades, the Tekki Leader growled, tightening his grip allowing his black tendrils to extend to wrap themselves around Vensa. As the Jyt'nr continued to struggle he allowed them to go deeper, forcing their way under the Giga armor, pushing the plates upwards, ripping them away from the olive lining. Vensa's control medallion glowed, and the GuyLord could feel the Dunrossil's Unit trying to attack him. His defences, mental and physical were too strong and he drove the GigaGuyver to their knees as he literally ripped away their armor.
"You have my respect, Vensa," Tsuyosa said easily, "but you do not have victory," he added as he felt consciousness leave the Guyver. He braced, expecting the Unit to go into defensive mode but wasn't overly surprised when the armor retreated entirely. It took a lot of energy to sustain a Giga Unit, and after processing the Dunrossil probably didn't have much to spare. However the difference in Unit's was interesting, Tsuyosa mused. Vensa's probably hadn't wanted to fight him and so had taken this opportunity to retreat, knowing that he wouldn't kill the Jyt'nr, while Fukamachi's would have tried to fight him if it had to. It would have lost, but it would have gone down fighting.
That was one battle though he hoped he wouldn't need to fight. He knew the Terran's didn't agree with him and if it came to it he would do whatever it took, he just hoped he could convince them that his aim was for the greater good. Somehow though, Tsuyosa knew he was going to have to fight them and would most likely kill one of them. He just hoped they would forgive him when everything was over.
The Tekki Leader extended his mind controlling his tendrils to lift and support Vensa. ::'Nyataran!:: He called.
::Master?::
::What space did you prepare for Vensa?::
He could feel the Artamon frown as they tried to determine where he was. ::Three floors down, the red room. There should be no escape from there since I used your abilities as a base when I had Yisuvac make it.::
::Thank you,:: Tsuyosa said as he directed the extensions of himself to transport the GigaGuyver Warrior to the containment section. He would be safe there until he was needed.
"You fought well Vensa. I do not hate you but I cannot let your master win," Tsuyosa said as the Guyver disappeared. He didn't hate the followers of the One. He didn't hate the One but could not let it be.
With a soft sigh, the black GuyLord turned towards the other two who were still suspended in liquid. They were nearly ready and waking them to their power should not be as eventful as the Jyt'nr although the Dunrossil had been refreshingly straight forward, compared to the others who were loyal to the One. Tsuyosa couldn't help but be thankful that he wouldn't have to do this for the Terrans. He didn't even want to think what they would desire, or the traps they would set for him. They could be truly dangerous. They were already dangerous enough which was why he was leaving them to last. That and the fact they were also fighting the Advents.
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There was cheering, the noise happy and jubilant from the gathered crowds. They were waving off the first of the new colony ships. Their engines roared and wind blew but that just seemed to make the citizens of Merrimu cheer harder.
From where the VIP's had gathered, all with happy accomplished smiles, everything seemed fine but for four of them, possibly the most important four, the smiles were there only for show. It was momentous occasion, that was true but they had a rather more pragmatic view of the ships lifting off than the others who simply saw hope.
They were sending people into the unknown, into a universe that viewed humans as either the base soldier of a hated enemy, potential soldiers that could be captured to fight, or hostages to bargain for soldiers. At best they would be recognised as their own species, but that lead to its own problems. They were sending these colonists out, without support to fend for themselves in a universe that was hostile.
Even so, they had been over whelmed with volunteers, and while these first were being cheered off enthusiastically, there would be other ships leaving soon, heading to different planets.
They were sending them out, in the hope that they would not be found by anyone, in the hope that they would be safe, in the hope that should the worst happen on Earth and Merrimu that humanity would still have the chance to be free.
"I know how Mizuki felt a lot of the time now."
"Hmm?" Hayami leaned towards Natsuki, a smile still on his face as he clapped politely as another cargo ship took off.
"How do you think she felt during the Rebellion knowing she was ordering people to die, but was still expected to smile at the briefings?" Natsuki asked.
"We didn't know they were going to die then, nor do we know they are going to die here..." Hayami tried to reassure Natsuki. "Palmyra should be un-inhabited."
"I know," the vivacious brunette said. "I know. It's not so much that we are sending them to die but we are sending them into the unknown. It didn't bother me so much in the Rebellion because the stakes weren't the survival of our race."
The Ice Zoanoid nodded. He understood, he really did, and like Natsuki and the others he knew there was no choice. Even though he understood, and could feel the worry the Guyver Healer was feeling, somehow he just couldn't bring himself to care that deeply. He was worried, they were sending them into the unknown, but they were sending them with the best possible preparation. Maybe it was his training in Chronos where such a thing happened all the time...
"It will be fine," Samuel said, turning towards Natsuki. "I know how you feel, and while this is a worry, and this is a risk, you know that there is no choice. We are giving them the best possible start, and they volunteered."
"I know," she said softly. "I know... I just wish I didn't have to smile at this."
"I think we all wish that," the Rebellion Leader said. "I think we all wish that," he repeated softly. As he blinked back tears at the thought of more humans travelling even further for Earth, he looked over at Natsuki and Hayami. "Actually... I have a question," Samuel began uncertainly. "This is not the time, nor the place for it but I have been wondering for some time."
"What is it?"
"Why does Fukamachi call Imakarum, Masaki?" the human asked. "I noticed it just after the Advent's came to Earth, and again when he was here when I spoke with him. He never referred to Mirabilis as anything but Murakami Masaki. The Zoalord corrected him on it, but he still did it. Why?"
Natsuki and Hayami shared a long look.
"I too have wondered about that," Rodriguez said. He had been silent so far, the soldier in him accepting Hayami's explanation that they had tried to mitigate as many of the unknowns as possible even as the human in him agreed whole heartedly with Natsuki. Mizuki had felt this. He had seen her feel it but then she was one of the most humane people he had ever met. He wondered sometimes why the long war against Chronos hadn't broken her, long before the fight against Makishima but the answer to that lay in the smile he had seen, that quiet sad smile that spoke of pain but of an inner strength and belief that in the end won through.
"I..." Natsuki said painfully. "I know why at least I think I do... but I do not know all the details," she said finally. "Hayami?"
The Ice Zoanoid was silent for a few moments. "I know more," he finally admitted. "And I know some of the other details of what happened around the Ascension but even so I don't think I can tell you everything."
"There has to be a reason," Rodriguez said with faultless logic.
"Oh there is... probably," Natsuki agreed. "It's just that we're probably not the best people to tell you."
"We'll tell you what we can," Hayami said. "But in the end, the final reasoning lies with Sho, and I'm not sure why he still calls Imakarum Masaki."
Hayami looked around, making sure they couldn't be over heard but most of the other people watching the ships taking off had moved towards the railing to get a better look at the main transport vessel. "Put simply," he began, "Sho calls Imakarum Masaki because that is who he is." The Ice Zoanoid waved off any comment Samual or Rodriguez had to make about that.
"It began before X-day, before I even knew Sho. I knew of him," Hayami snorted. "No one working in Chronos didn't know about the Guyver's and the havoc they were wreaking. I was working in Relics Point in research, on the Advent that was under Mt Minakami. Odagiri was there... they were all there." He smiled nostalgically before gathering himself to continue.
"Mt Minakami was a place for rebellion. Odagiri was bidding his time, Gyro launched his brief grab for power there and the Guyver's tried to stop X-day. They gave everything they could to stop it, and they still died."
"Died?"
"Yes. They died. They fought, but in effect they died, and they couldn't prevent X-day... but that's not about Mirabilis. Odagiri decided to help the Guyvers. They had been fighting Chronos but were trapped within the area, so they hid. Valkus and Gyro never expected them to hide within the base itself. That's what saved them.
"Murakami came with them, although he was in a very bad state. He's a Zoalord now, but he wasn't at the time, then he was only a Proto-Zoalord."
"Like you?"
"Sort of. I'm a Lost Number and a Proto-Zoalord but there are important differences between me and Murakami. When Chronos was making Zoalords, they used many test subjects to ensure that a Zoalord's form is as perfect as possible. Murakami had a proto-crystal, and had the genetic ability to dominate lesser Zoaforms. I was a test subject for power and refinement of actual combat ability. All things considered I got off pretty lucky. Murakami shouldn't have even been alive. His form was designed to die a few days after processing, he'd lived for years though. Mine is designed for longevity and because I don't have any extra mental ability I was simply a Lost Number. I had already been within Chronos so I was allowed to return to being a Researcher. Murakami was picked up off the street and forced to become a part of Chronos. Because of that, he'd been fighting against them, and as a proto-zoalord with the mental abilities and some of the fighting abilities of a Zoalord, he was very troublesome.
"As I said though, he was in a bad way. He was one of the test proto-zoalords used when creating Gyro and while he could kill any Zoanoid with ease, against Gyro himself... well, that was hardly a fair battle. The Guyver's tried to help but there were Enzyme's there as well. They all managed to get away safely though and we healed up Murakami as best we could.
"Then Gyro decided to Rebel, and Alkanphel came to call."
"Natsuki did you know this?" Samual asked, giving Hayami a breather.
"I know about it, but I only got involved after X-day," she said. "I never even knew they were fighting Chronos, and Sho's told me my memory has been altered."
Samual nodded.
"Gyro used his 'Black Hole' attack on Alkanphel, and then fell, exhausted into our midst. It wouldn't have been so bad, if he had of been unconscious, or if we'd have moved five minutes earlier. We were about to enter the Advent."
"So where were Makishima and Sho?"
"Sho was linked with the Advent, being its pilot, like he did on the journey here. Makishima was there. He'd just been hit by a remover though so he couldn't do much. Odagiri died then. He jumped in front of Gyro's attack on Murakami. After that, proto-zoalord and zoalord fought again, and this time the outcome was better. We evacuated into the Advent. Sho opened the way for us and then he did the only thing he could. He launched.
"From the base of Mount Minakami Sho drove the Advent through everything. We would have been safe if the rest of the Zoalord's hadn't have been gathered there at Valkus' request. He knew Gyro was up to something. Murakami was about to enter the Advent, so that we could get out of there when Gyro proved to be a little more alive than we had thought.
"Masaki was exhausted. He didn't have a chance and Gyro literally ripped him apart. That angered Sho and he went to fight Gyro. And then things really went to hell." Hayami paused, remembering.
"The Zoalord's attacked the Advent. Gyro shattered Murakami's proto-zoacrystal and Alkanphel came back."
"Alkanphel was not the Zoalord of Zoalord's for nothing. He got out of the black hole, and he wasn't even that angry with Gyro, not when he saw Guyvers. Alkanphel attacked Makishima first. Then he went for Gryo and ripped out the man's Zoacrystal. After that it was Megasmashers versus Alkanphel's energy wave. Even with two Guyver's, they weren't enough."
"Wait, so where were you?" Rodriguez asked.
"We were on the ship. Me, Tetsuro, Mizuki and the other's. We only survived because Sho had hardened that section of the ship against attack before he left the pilot position. I don't know what he did, all I know is that we fell to the ground and the bio material dissolved around us. Then we ran. Boy, did we run.
"You have to understand about Sho. He'd never leave anyone behind, that's why he went after Masaki even though he knew the danger of facing Gryo alone, even though Murakami was screaming at him to run.
"Anyway, Alkanphel destroyed the Guyvers, and the rest of his Zoalords bowed to him, and the last chance to stop or delay X-day was gone.
"Now though Alkanphel was short one Zoalord, so he took Murakami's body, and implanted Gyro's crystal to create Imakarum Mirabilis. It wouldn't have been that hard. Masaki had many of Gyro's abilities, and getting the actual Zoalord crystal merely enhanced them.
"X-day occurred and from then everything is pretty much well known."
"No," Samual disagreed. "From there I think the story begins. Why does Sho still see Masaki when the rest of us see Mirabilis?"
Hayami shook his head. "I'm guessing Sho made some sort of promise with him, or from the events at Relics Point, still refuses to leave him behind."
"Sho's like that," Natsuki said, the smile on her face similar to Mizuki's. "Imakarum's done plenty to him to try to convince him that Masaki's dead but Fukamachi won't pay attention to that."
"What's he done?" Samual asked, although he wasn't sure he wanted an answer. A Zoalord was not likely to have been nice.
"Not counting all the fighting during the Resistance, the main thing would be during the Ascension," Natsuki said quietly, thinking back sadly on the events. "I only know this because Mizuki told me. Rodriguez, you might know better. On the day Agito made his bid for power, Mirabilis was with Makishima when they walked into the Enclave. With the timing of everything they must have come from dealing with Sho. Agito though needed an excuse to see Sho that day, so Mizuki tells me, he told him that the Thunderbolts had found Masaki. So Sho went to see him... Mizuki wouldn't tell me how Agito defeated Sho though."
"I've got an idea what happened," Rodriguez said but Hayami spoke again.
"I know. I asked him," the Ice Zoanoid said. "This is why I really don't know why Sho still calls Imakarum Masaki," he added, looking at the ground.
"What happened?"
"When Sho turned to greet Murakami, Agito shot him. Now that's nothing for a Guyver but Mirabilis also struck and eviscerated him. Sho couldn't call his Unit. I know he tried, but with that much damage, he was almost dead. It was far worst than what Aptom did to him that time. Agito knew he wouldn't be able to call his Unit, and they put his body in cryogenic suspension before it could respond automatically."
"So that's who made those wounds," Rodriguez said. "When we got him out, just before the Advents arrived he was torn very badly. I think Mizuki almost attacked Agito herself... She probably would have won... That damage was very bad, and Makishima was a little too quick to point out that he couldn't have done it. So it was Imakarum who did it..? I always wondered who the Emperor trusted enough to help him take down Sho."
"He still has the scars," Samual said softly. "I saw them when Mizuki was healing him once, but didn't dare ask where they were from. I mean... that much damage... only a Guyver could have survived that."
"He's still got them?" Both Natsuki and Hayami were shocked. The Guyver Unit should have healed them... unless...
"Sho hasn't given up on Masaki..." Natsuki whispered, her voice almost awed. "After all this time, even with all that damage, he still hasn't given up on Masaki," she summarised. "That's why he's still got the scars, to remind him."
"Oh god..."
"He never gives up."
Samual looked up at the sky, and the now almost vanished colony ships. "I just hope his devotion is worth it," the human said.
"Hope never fades," Natsuki smiled. "Not so long as we don't let it. We'll get back to Earth, just as I'm sure Sho will see Masaki again."
"Thank you... for everything."
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Vensa's breath hitched as he gasped, regaining consciousness. His body hurt but he tried to ignore the aches and pains that were screaming for his attention as he struggled to recall what had happened. He shifted unconsciously easing some of the pain. He remembered patrolling through Jyt'nr controlled space, lazily dodging asteroids, letting his sensors catalogue and analyse what he was seeing. It was easier that way. His Unit was better at finding anomalies than he was anyway.
That had all be routine until he, or rather his Unit had detected a rather cunningly hidden Lyusa listening post. Once he'd locked on to its position he'd swept the rest of the area for ambushes and had moved in, intent on destroying it. He would have too but then a Lyusan Guyver had appeared. Warrior versus Engineer and he knew who was superior. The decision to fight had not been a decision at all. Jyt'nr were the rightful inheritors of Dunrossil, he was the superior Guyver... Everything was in his favour until they had started to fight.
Then everything had gone black.
Those things had come out of nowhere and while he had destroyed a few of them, they had burnt him badly before others had wrapped themselves around him and squeezed, Unit and all and he'd lost consciousness. He could vaguely though remember firing off one last blast at the Lyusa listening post and he hoped it had worked.
The Jyt'nr Guyver Warrior had woken to find himself in the same room as that cursed Lyusan and it had only been the intervention of a Kintoth that saved the Lyusan from him. It hadn't been easy but because of their enforced captivity and the knowledge that those black things were not from either Dunrossil side that they had come to a grudging agreement. That had been fine until...
Vensa wasn't sure what had happened but it had definitely involved more of those black leaf like things. He hissed as a particular twinge refused to be ignored any longer and there was a thankfully brief blossoming of pain over his senses.
After that... after that... he struggled. There was something there, something he should remember but he was almost sure he didn't want to remember. There was a feeling of dread but there was also a feeling of joy. The Dunrossil frowned...
That didn't make sense. He was a Guyver Warrior, what should he fear?
A flash of darkness pulsed though his mind and he shuddered involuntarily... There was something he did fear but... there was also something he respected. This was something he should know.
Slowly, Vensa closed his eyes, focusing on remembering. His heart beat quickened and sounded loud to him but its sound was drowned by his scream as the memory jolted him into full consciousness. He gasped, heaving for air and the pain from his body faded into nothing compared to this pain...
There were too many colours. They were fighting. That was the only way he could describe the frenetic clashes and swirling patterns. They were fighting, each colour seeking to dominate the others and slowly, through the continuous and rapid movement Vensa would see that some colours were disappearing. It seemed to be happening on either side of his vision and if anything as the colours began to disappear the fight became more desperate, the motion faster and even more chaotic.
The Dunrossil's breathing laboured as he watched dark and light encroach upon each other. Finally there was only two colours, white and black struggling with each other and the intensity of their battle seemed to span eons. There was no verge of grey dividing them, not even at the points of battle, there was only solid colour.
Vensa was almost comfortable with that, almost but then something had blinked at him from within each colour before they both reached out to claim him for their own and he had screamed.
That was all he could remember although he knew one of them had taken him, one of them had changed him, filling him with power that it would call upon.
The Jyt'nr warrior pulled himself from his memories. There were some things better left forgotten and the darkness that had crushed him was one of them. The power which now held him here should not exist. No matter his thoughts on both the white and black and the fear he had felt at them, the dark should not exist, should not be holding him.
There was anger at the thought of captivity but he already knew he could not escape but there was also an aching sadness within him. There was something he had failed to do and he whispered the words not knowing who he was speaking to but knowing that he meant them, knowing that what ever had happened he'd try it again because this is what he felt was right and the words were what he felt at his failure.
"Master, I'm sorry."
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To be Continued...
Next Chapter: Chapter XX – There are things and people that always get in the day, there are departures long over due and there is a warning given that you do not attack the Terrans.
Jade Tatsu